Stairway to the Future

Mr transition that comes and goes, you help change from one thing to another as if nobody knows. You can be smooth or you can be tough, but somehow it’s never enough. Change is hard when you know what you want, starting new good habits and keeping some old ones to start. You fought your way through, the times that were most troubling, came out stronger, with some armor and molding. You lived in the moment and built some boundaries, now it’s time to transition into the life that’s worth living.

Another day you wake up. Mouth dry you check the time. It’s too early. You don’t feel like going back to bed but don’t feel like getting off. You roll over to the side and grab your switch. Still saved at the elite four. Nothing beats passing the time like training at the Pokémon league. As you procrastinate until the time when it feels like you have to get ready for the day, you check your phone. No messages, no contacts to ask you to do something, or someone to check in on you.

People rarely call nowadays so it’s only text and social media. Nevertheless, you continue. The old habit of mindlessly browsing through social media in hopes of a meaningful conversation. Something to inspire and motivate you. Nothing. You find nothing but empty spaces that fill up the time. Alarm rings. You turn it off so you can get back to your game. You ponder, the things you could be doing now instead of something you could be doing with the potential to get paid for. Nothing comes without a price. You realize the lack of inspiration and increase in discouragement. Procrastinating through it all with discouraging leverage and no vanity for might. But yet, you move on. Yearning for life while finding the will to keep going. Anxiety and fear may come with doubts and worry but we hope to find something that can send us right back to the center. 

You will have lazy days and times where you give up, for the day or week even because it’s easy to not get up. You take a break or go through recovery, but once you look through your life, you find that you yourself can head to matrimony. You were so young, even when you were older, not knowing anything, but the television and reading for memory. Mr transition that we all know too well, it’s time to help us out once again, to help us move on, to help us move out.

Together as one, we go throughout life, challenging and wanting the things that power our might. Fun and freedom have basked us with the joist memories, the lows have become learning experiences that gave us weapons against the many. Living life as best we can, while learning how to love ourselves and be happy with the life we have. A struggling artist that yearns for a transition, no longer stuck but doors open for Cambridge. Break out of comfort because you might have settled, to stay in your bubble rather than risk it all to be in a new world.

Plan it out with yourself in the driver seat, hold yourself accountable for what you might be embarking on. Swallowed by the nest of fate you contemplate the journey it takes to find a blissful life to not forsake. The March forward may be long but you have built the discipline, to make it through and don’t be missing it. We know it will be difficult and there will be times when we might want to stop. We have reminders now that we don’t want to be blocked. Level the playing field while working in secret, mold yourself to the knight in your dream sequence. We wait for no one but understand the rules, we work around them so we can benefit and no longer lose. The glue that binds is never in question, this darker shade and I will make our rebellion happen.